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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.