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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Franke,
DNA,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.