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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.