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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.