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 Comoros and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.