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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.