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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.