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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.