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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
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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.