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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.