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 Libya and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.