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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.