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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.