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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.