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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.