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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.