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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.