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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.