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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.