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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.