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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.