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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.