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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.