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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.