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 Syria 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.