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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Technova,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.