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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.