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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.