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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.