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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Organ,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.