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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.