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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.