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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.