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 Portugal 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.