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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Television,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.