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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.