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 Senegal 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.