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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.