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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.