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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.