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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.