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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.