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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.