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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.