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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Index,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.