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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.