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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.