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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.