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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.