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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.