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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.