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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Index,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.