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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.