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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.