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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.