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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.