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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.