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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.