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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.