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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.