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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.