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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.