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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Television,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.