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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.