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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.