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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Monks,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.