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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Nas,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.