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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
AZ,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.