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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Residents,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.