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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.