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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.