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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.