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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.