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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
June Days,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.