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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.