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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.