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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Smog,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.