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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.