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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.