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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.