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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.