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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.