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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.