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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.