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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.