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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.