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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
the Association,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.