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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Television,
Visage,
AZ,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Ituana,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Swans,
JFA,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.