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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.