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 Brazil and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.