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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.