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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.