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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.