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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
The Victims,
June Days,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.