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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.