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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
cv313,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.