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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.