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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.