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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.