Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.