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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.