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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
The Gories,
JFA,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.