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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.