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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.