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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.