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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.