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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.