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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Busters,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.