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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
AZ,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.