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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Move,
ABC,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.