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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Smog,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.