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 China and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.