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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
New Order,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
ABBA,
ABC,
UT,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.