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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Nico,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.