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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Monolake,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.