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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.