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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.