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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
The Move,
Kayak,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.