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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
X-101,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.