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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Monks,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.