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-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Can,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.