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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.