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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.