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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.