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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.