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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.