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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Technova,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.