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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.