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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.