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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.