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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.