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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.