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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
The Martian,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.