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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.