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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Magma,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.