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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.