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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.