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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.