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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.