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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.