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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.