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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.