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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.