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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.