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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.