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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.