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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.