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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.