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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Stooges 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.