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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magma to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.