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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.