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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.