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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.