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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Magazine,
MDC,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.