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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.