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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.