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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.