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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.