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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.