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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.