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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.