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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Mars,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.