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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.