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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.