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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
June Days,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.