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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.