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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Black Moon 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.