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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Black Flag,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.