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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.