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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Names,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.