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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.