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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.