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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
PIL,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.