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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Fall to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Can,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.