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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.