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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.