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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.