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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.