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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.