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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Brick,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.