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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.