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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.