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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.