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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.