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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.