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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
MC5,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.