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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.