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 Georgia and from London.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Visage,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.