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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.