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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.