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 the UAE and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.