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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.