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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Echospace to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.