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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
The Names,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.