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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.