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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.