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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.