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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.