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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
cv313,
The Cure,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Interpol,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Can,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.