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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Crime,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.