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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.