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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.