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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Crime,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.