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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.