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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.