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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
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.