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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.