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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.