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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.