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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.