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 China and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.