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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.