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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.