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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.