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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.