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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
UT,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.