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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.