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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.