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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.