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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.