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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Wings,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.