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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Index,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.