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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.