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 Liechtenstein 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Franke,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.