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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Jandek,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.