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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.