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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.