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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.