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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.