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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.