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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.