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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Pylon,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.