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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.