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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.