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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.