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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.