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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Organ,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
The Slits,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.