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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.