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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Wire to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.