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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.