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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.