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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.