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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Index,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The Cure,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.