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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.