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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.