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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.