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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.