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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Magma,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.