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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.