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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.