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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Television,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
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.