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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.