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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.