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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Nirvana 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.