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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.