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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
JFA,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.