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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.