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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.