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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.