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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.