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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Swans,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
10cc,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.