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 Saudi Arabia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.