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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.