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 Israel 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.