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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Victims to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.