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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.