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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.