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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Can,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.