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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Excepter,
X-101,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.