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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Busters to the crunk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.