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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.