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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.