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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.