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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.