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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.