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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.