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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.