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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Visage,
Excepter,
Index,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.