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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
UT,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.