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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
The Saints,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.