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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.