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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.