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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.