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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.