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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Slave,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.