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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.