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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Swans,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.