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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Jandek,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.