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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.