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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.