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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.