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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.