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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.