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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.