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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.