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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.