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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.