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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.