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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.