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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.