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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.