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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.