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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.