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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.