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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.