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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.