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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.