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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.