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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Visage,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.