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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.