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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.