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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.