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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.