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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.