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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.