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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.