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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.