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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
10cc,
PIL,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.