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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.