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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.