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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.