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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.