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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.