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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.