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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Wire,
The Busters,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.