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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Shoche,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.