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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.