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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.