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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.