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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.