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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.