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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.