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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.