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 Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.