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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.