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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.