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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.