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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
the Association,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.