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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.