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 Iraq and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
June of 44,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.