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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.