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 France 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.