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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Monolake,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.