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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.