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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.