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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.