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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
UT,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.