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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.