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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.