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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.