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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.