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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.