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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
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.