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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Television,
Ronan,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.