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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smiths to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.