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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.