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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.