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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
10cc,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.