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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.