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 Philippines and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.