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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.