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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.