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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.