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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
10cc,
Cluster,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.