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 Libya 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.