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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.