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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.