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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.