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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Organ,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.