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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
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Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Nas,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.