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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.