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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Smog,
June Days,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.