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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.