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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.