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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Flipper,
MC5,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.