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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.