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 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.