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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.