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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.