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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.