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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.