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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.