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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Technova,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.