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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.