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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.