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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.