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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.