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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.