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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.