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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.