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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.