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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.