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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.