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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.