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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.