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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.