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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.