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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
The Busters,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.