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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.