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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Index,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.