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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.