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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.