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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.