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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.