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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
cv313,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Skaos,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.