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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Nico,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.