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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.