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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Grass Roots,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.