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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.