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 Egypt and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
10cc,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.