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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.