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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.