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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.