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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.