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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.