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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.