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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.