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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.