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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.