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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.