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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Suicide,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.