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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.