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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.