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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.