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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.