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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.