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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Move to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
10cc,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Television,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.