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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.