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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.