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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Nas,
Skarface,
Can,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.