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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.