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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.