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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Motorama 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.