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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Television,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.