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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.