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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.