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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.