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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.