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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.