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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.