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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.