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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
UT,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.