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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.