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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.