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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.