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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Ronan,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
The Human League,
ABC,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.