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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
cv313,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.