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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.