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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.