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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.