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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.