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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.