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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.