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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.