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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.