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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Visage,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.