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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.