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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Q65,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.