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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Names,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.