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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.