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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.