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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Faust,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Magma,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.