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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.