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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
UT,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.