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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.