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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.