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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.