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 Syria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.