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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.