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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.