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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.