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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.