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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Motorama,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Visage,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
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.