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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.