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 Albania 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.