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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.