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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.