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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.