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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.