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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
UT,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.