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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.