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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.