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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.