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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
the Normal,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Move,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.