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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.