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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.