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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.