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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.