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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.