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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.