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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.