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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.