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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.