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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.