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 Austria 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.