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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
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.