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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.