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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.