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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.