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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.