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 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.