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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.