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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.