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 Burundi 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.