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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.