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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.