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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.