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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Move,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.