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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.