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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.