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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
The Martian,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.