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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.